Quotes from Ann Napolitano

it was the beginning of November, and New York City was toying with the idea of winter.

cut himself out of his own life, the

that person is wonderful, he or she is still somewhat ready, and so are the people who loved them.

You gotta get outside and exercise, you gotta take your pills, and you gotta take care of other people." No bullshit and no secrets

Later that night, Sylvie sat in bed with a book open in her lap. She was too sleepy to read, but the proximity of the book was comforting. Telling

William was slow-moving and unable to hold a conversation until he'd eaten a thousand calories and the color returned to his face.

He was vast, and beautiful, and more present in the gift of baby formula to a young mother than in any

You and your sisters have so many reference points, such a dense history," William said. "I never get used to it.

own body. Her sister, who had not been her sister for over two decades. Julia coughed, and inside the cough was a strange sound, as if her insides had begun to cry, without tears reaching her surface. Her ecosystem was changing beneath her skin.

Sylvie and her sisters had known themselves under their father's gaze. And with that gaze gone, the threads that had tied their family so tightly together had loosened.

I'm not going to waste their kindness.

How Leo Tolstoy had inspired Mahatma Gandhi, who had in turn inspired Martin Luther King, Jr. William

their youth and their ignorance of who they were and what they really wanted.

William was her one.

but it seemed too early for gossip, like going on vacation and buying a house on the first day.

her size bothered them, like a piece of mail they couldn't find a mailbox for. Still, there were other young

You're depressed, not crazy. It's not insane to be depressed in this world. It's more sane than being happy.

that just because you never thought about someone didn't mean they weren't inside you." ? Ann Napolitano, Hello Beautiful

I love the Internet, or at least I used to, but it's not where you go for the truth." Edward almost asks, Where do you go for the truth? But the question feels vast, unspeakable in his throat, so instead he says good night and goes next door.

Sylvie steered away from labels. She wanted to be true to herself with every word she uttered, every action she took, and every belief she held.

Alice nodded in vague agreement, but it seemed too early for gossip, like going on vacation and buying a house on the first day. She thought, But we don't know any of these people. I don't know you. We're all strangers.

she felt tangled in a net of grief. Her father was dead, and her mother had turned her away. My soulmate would save me, she thought. He would see me, and I would feel more solid. But this brought a fresh sadness, because if she ever did meet this man, he would never have known her father. Sylvie studied the ceiling for most of the night. She felt tears deep inside her, but they couldn't seem to find a way out. She still hadn't cried.

after her honeymoon. Maybe.

I like your mom a lot," Carrie had said, "but anyone that dresses and does their hair as carefully as your mom does every single day is unhappy on the inside. She's trying to hide all her messiness, and I want better than that for you.